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Literary
February 7, 1823
The Alexandria Herald
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
An elegiac poem titled 'Marion's Grave' by Aballino, mourning the death of a young woman named Marion. Found among the papers of the deceased poet, whose works appeared in the Herald under that signature.
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THE FOUNT.
The following lines were found among the papers of a young man, now deceased, whose poetical effusions, under the signature of “Aballino,” have frequently appeared in the Herald. Whether the present one, on the death of an amiable young lady, was intended for publication is uncertain: but, it is presumed, there can be no infringement in doing so now.
MARION'S GRAVE.
Who treads this sacred spot of earth,
Will tread where youth and beauty lie;
For youth and beauty, virtue, worth,
Like all earthly mould, must die.
'Tis Marion's grave! I'll stay me here,
And o'er the green grass turf I'll weep,
I'll shed the heart-felt, sorrowing tear
Over her last, long earthly sleep.
Entombed she lies—a narrow spot
Now holds her form, once bright and fair;
Entombed she lies—but unforgot,
For hearts bereaved oft wander there.
They wander there when all around
Is hushed and still; and tranquil all:
When o'er the lonely hallowed mound,
The dews of Heaven in silence fall.
And could not youth and beauty save—
Could not her virtues e'en retain
Fair Marion from the dreary grave,
And give her back to health again?
I go where thou wast wont to be,
But there no more thy form I find;
And all in vain I hope to see
Thy form, now low in death reclined.
The sparkling eye no longer shines—
The brilliant cheeks no longer glow—
The auburn hair no more entwines
Around thy beauteous brow of snow.
That eye is dim—those cheeks are pale—
Paler than e'en thy living brow;
For on them Death hath set his seal,
I would not, could not, see them now.
Death! when by fate thy shaft was sped,
It brought no terrors to her breast:
She feared not thee, but bowed her head,
As saints would wish to sink to rest.
Rest light o'er her, ye sods of earth!
Bloom on, sweet flowers! tho' wild winds rave
And put your fairest blossoms forth,
To deck poor Marion's early grave.
The following lines were found among the papers of a young man, now deceased, whose poetical effusions, under the signature of “Aballino,” have frequently appeared in the Herald. Whether the present one, on the death of an amiable young lady, was intended for publication is uncertain: but, it is presumed, there can be no infringement in doing so now.
MARION'S GRAVE.
Who treads this sacred spot of earth,
Will tread where youth and beauty lie;
For youth and beauty, virtue, worth,
Like all earthly mould, must die.
'Tis Marion's grave! I'll stay me here,
And o'er the green grass turf I'll weep,
I'll shed the heart-felt, sorrowing tear
Over her last, long earthly sleep.
Entombed she lies—a narrow spot
Now holds her form, once bright and fair;
Entombed she lies—but unforgot,
For hearts bereaved oft wander there.
They wander there when all around
Is hushed and still; and tranquil all:
When o'er the lonely hallowed mound,
The dews of Heaven in silence fall.
And could not youth and beauty save—
Could not her virtues e'en retain
Fair Marion from the dreary grave,
And give her back to health again?
I go where thou wast wont to be,
But there no more thy form I find;
And all in vain I hope to see
Thy form, now low in death reclined.
The sparkling eye no longer shines—
The brilliant cheeks no longer glow—
The auburn hair no more entwines
Around thy beauteous brow of snow.
That eye is dim—those cheeks are pale—
Paler than e'en thy living brow;
For on them Death hath set his seal,
I would not, could not, see them now.
Death! when by fate thy shaft was sped,
It brought no terrors to her breast:
She feared not thee, but bowed her head,
As saints would wish to sink to rest.
Rest light o'er her, ye sods of earth!
Bloom on, sweet flowers! tho' wild winds rave
And put your fairest blossoms forth,
To deck poor Marion's early grave.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Death Mortality
What keywords are associated?
Elegy
Grave
Marion
Death
Mourning
Youth
Beauty
Virtue
What entities or persons were involved?
Aballino
Literary Details
Title
Marion's Grave
Author
Aballino
Subject
On The Death Of An Amiable Young Lady
Key Lines
Who Treads This Sacred Spot Of Earth,
Will Tread Where Youth And Beauty Lie;
For Youth And Beauty, Virtue, Worth,
Like All Earthly Mould, Must Die.
'Tis Marion's Grave! I'll Stay Me Here,
And O'er The Green Grass Turf I'll Weep,
I'll Shed The Heart Felt, Sorrowing Tear
Over Her Last, Long Earthly Sleep.
Death! When By Fate Thy Shaft Was Sped,
It Brought No Terrors To Her Breast:
She Feared Not Thee, But Bowed Her Head,
As Saints Would Wish To Sink To Rest.
Rest Light O'er Her, Ye Sods Of Earth!
Bloom On, Sweet Flowers! Tho' Wild Winds Rave
And Put Your Fairest Blossoms Forth,
To Deck Poor Marion's Early Grave.